Whatever comes to mind, as it comes to mind.
Here mainly to prove that I am, indeed, still alive.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

One month

to Stamford. I've got my kitchen timer and my book of crosswords (remind me never to get a normally-bound book (as opposed to a spiral-bound) of crosswords again, especially if it has 250 puzzles. That thing hurts to hold, if I'm doing it anywhere other than a table. Or perhaps my hands have become useless appendages, what with the whole typing thing.

But it's paying off; I think it's a personal record, my time of 2:40 on tomorrow's NYT puzzle. It is that easy, but that was still good for 4th at the time....